Geosen pierced five of the six soldiers. The last remaining soldier trembled as he held tightly onto his knife. The knife shook so hard it fell to the ground. Soon after, so did he.
"Where's Merliwen?" Geosen asked coldly as the spear in his hand pressed against the soldier's throat.
"The General... is in the middle of the village," The soldier stammered. "Spare me. I still have children and elders in my family."
"There are children and elders in your family? What about these people?" Geosen sneered. He pointed at the few people above and shouted in a deep voice, "Did they deserve to die?"
"No, but—"
Before he could finish speaking, Geosen pushed the spear into the soldier's throat.
The long spear in his hand clanged against the ground as Geosen strode forward.
In the center of the village, there was a small pond. In front of the pond, there was an empty area. Merliwen was sitting in the center with a group of soldiers surrounding him.